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Russ,
Just remember you will never see those folks again, that’s always my comfort when I have embarrassing moments !! Recently walked out of a loo in Miami airport with loo paper coming out of my jeans, not until we were boarding did someone tap me on the shoulder! NYC is not a warm & fuzzy city, you either love or hate it….. When I’m there for some reason it makes me miss London … & then there’s Cardiff !!!!!!
Enjoy, stay warm & soak up the love xxx
Enjoy, stay warm & soak up the love xxx
Russ……….
In your post of 19th Dec(great intro line BTW..hope everyone appreciated the delicacy of the alliteration re Big Apple and core….BRiLLIANT!)..you mention you might stop the blog…
Please dont stop the blog, please dont stop the blog….
I am sure i am speaking for a lot of regular readers out there when i say that it would leave a big hole in our lives. Your ups and downs are our ups and downs, albeit on an entirely different level. If YOU can get through your day with all its multivarious challenges then we feel that we can overcome the challenges in our own lives and it gives us some perspective and clarity on daily dilemmas. That parking ticket, unexpected bill, job difficulty, dying animal, cancelled train. gains some perspective in it’s negative impact on our lives. I know that that sounds selfish and i know you are not there to provide a public service. Please dont also think that people read the insight into your life and then sit back with a self satisfied thankyou prayer to god that it isnt them..that’s not it at all…its more that the minutiae of your day is so relatable to everybody somehow. It is uplifting somehow….and gives everyone a chance to see who they really are…I am sure i am not the only one who has wondered how I would deal with it if put in the same position….your striving has a lot of awe-struck followers I’m afraid.
If it really is becoming a chore that you dread then of course you must give it up but on the positive side maybe there is some cathartic element in you offloading all the crap you are dealing with to the blog..you might miss it if you gave up and you might be drawn back ..I certainly hope so.
Meantime ..please dont stop the blog, please dont stop the blog …and big love to you and the indomitable Dani. Next instalment please..
xxxx
Hi Russ
Seem to recall a story of Dave T staying at Andy W’s mum’s house and Andy laying one in the middle of the lounge after a particularly large night out.
His mum’s resigned comment? “Not again Andy”.
Really hoping to hear you master the skiing.
All the best
Nicholas
Hi mate.
Commiserations on your unexpected in flight experience. However not as bad as Jaymo who shst himself while asleep on the New Dehli to Darjeeling 36hr train epic. It wouldn’t have been that bad but there were 3 Indian gentlemen in the bunk underneath. They were too polite to wake him.
Must be a welsh thing?
Dan
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Hey Russ boy, just read blogarooney – in my 20 plus years of being an air hostie I don’t think I would be able to count on two hands the amount of times I HAVENT had to help someone who has accidentally weed,pooed or vommed! All kinds of weird things unfortunately happen at altitude. Also the blog would have been dead boring if you hadn’t added an element of drama! Love you lots Russ boy xxx
The Big Apple ( as seen by a fella with no core). There’s a joke in there somewhere.
It’s 5.40 pm in New York.
I’ve given up, am too tired, the bloody wheelchair digs in to my disfigured rib cage on my right side, at the back, hurting all the time.
I’ve been pushed 7 miles today ( I know cos my phone has an App….. ) That’s been pushed, not even pushed myself.
We’ve been to Central Park ( icy, slippery paths ), FAO Schwarz ( the massive toy shop ), the Uggs store, Nike Town, a restaurant for lunch and God knows where in between… I’m not grumbling, but I am tired out.
Dani booked tickets for 5.30 for us all to go up the Rockefeller Centre – the new best view of the city, and of the best Xmas tree in NY. She and the girls have just dropped me at the room. I’m in too much discomfort to have enjoyed it, and didn’t want to spoil it for them by grimacing thro the next 2 hours.
This city is busy, packed with shoppers. It’s hard even being pushed, as I have to try to push my body back in the chair to stop myself falling forward, particularly at the many, many road crossings.
An awful lot of people are preoccupied by their mobiles so are on collision course with me until the last few feet. The consequent nervous tension in my shoulders steadily wore me down.
I’ve had a good day, seeing my girls have fun. I’ve no interest in shopping now, for myself, it just seems pointless. I’ve got plenty of clothes, and fashion in a wheelchair.. well it just doesn’t seem the same. There’s no room for vanity in my life now; you have to be able to look into the mirror and like what you see, right?
Well that’s not the case any more.
A lot of people got in touch with me after a lady (?) called Babs M called me arrogant. She’d taken offence to a flippant comment I’d made about dementia. Ive spent nearly 30 years of my professional life in the company of largely elderly people, and have had a very large ‘following’ for many years. Invariably they openly say that I’m honest, trustworthy and just plain nice and respectful, with a lot of fun thrown in.
To allege that I’m anything other than the above is wrong.
I actually made a joke about the prospect of MYSELF ending up as a wheelchair patient with dementia, and NOT making fun of other people who suffer this awful fate.
Nothing would be further from my intention, and I removed my ‘joke’ and apologised.
I didn’t start this blog, I inherited it. I sort of took it over from my hospital bed, simply to keep my mates posted as to my progress.
I’ve not set out to be a social commentator, or to be profound or learned. I certainly didn’t intend for people I didn’t know to read it or be interested in it.
Now I’m not sure what it’s purpose is. It’s definitely NOT supposed to be controversial, so I’d like everyone to resist being annoyed by anything they read on it. If you are, then please stop reading it.
It’s just a diary written by a guy who fell off his bike when he should have been at home with his daughters. He wrecked his life in the process, and very nearly the lives of those he loves most.
It may serve to educate people about the awful thing that is Spinal Cord Injury, and may be a help to other people who, God help them, befall this fate.
I know it veers from manic depression to moments of contentment, interspersed with sometimes black humour from me, and other contributors. But that’s how life is now for me… up, down and unpredictable.
I don’t know how long I’ll keep it going for, I mean how interesting is some bloke’s life? So if it just stops don’t be surprised. It doesn’t mean I’ve topped myself, it just means I think you’re probably bored.
For now it stops me going f’ing mad though.
Please, no comments about trivialising insane people.
Russ,
Been reading blog and comments on same and totally agree!
The fact that you can fly defiantly in the face of all this by sharing
stuff that many others would struggle to even mention shows an inner
strength which must surely be rare!
Your girls will surely grow up with a better understanding of love and life
than most and that is a rare gift to give them in a society where is all too
easy to be selfish and vacuous!
Good on you old chum!
Merry Xmas
Mel
:)
Two people go cycling in France. One gets back safely.
The other suffers a horrific crash. He nearly dies, is airlifted to hospital where upon he does in fact die and is brought back to life again. He then is on lift support for weeks. He suffers broken ribs, punctured lungs and severers his spine. Eventually he ends up in Stoke Manville, in a wheel chair and has to go through the agony of relearning the very basics of living again.
Come the end of the year GUESS WHICH C*#* GOES SKIING FIRST?
John